Still Distanced

 Yes, I know, this is a most occasional blog. I don't think I have any readers anymore, even. But in case anyone is reading, hello there. 

I see that I wrote last about 11 months ago, at the start of the pandemic. It is astonishing to me how much still feels the same as what I conveyed in that post. I am not working from home completely now--I go into the office three out of five days, but there are so few of us who go in, and we go in on alternate days, so today I was completely alone there. 

In the summer you could see people outdoors, but these last three or four months of cold weather have felt isolating. I haven't seen my family in New York City in almost six months. J. and I see no one socially except one good friend of his who lives alone and who we know is very careful. During the weeek I am alone because J. travels to another city for work. 

Still, I know how lucky I am that we have each other, that we have stayed healthy, that we have our jobs and our two houses. I am still practicing piano and having lessons, sometimes virtually depending on circumstances and conditions, and I love it and feel that it keeps me strong and connected.

And there have been some beautiful snowy winter days here, as you can see.

Walking in the local park on a cold but sunny and calm day with the pristine snow to clomp around in feels like a blessing. 

Still, it feels like a time of waiting. Waiting to get the vaccine, waiting for warmer weather so we can even think visiting family, waiting for this thing to turn around and for people to stop dying from it.